@bodabanjacredit: Our customer couldn’t hide his excitement after receiving his brand new CT 125 HD! 🏍️✨ From the smooth process to the warm customer care, he’s happy to be part of the Boda Banja family. 💙💛 Now it’s your turn to experience the difference. Visit any of our branches or call us today on 0800 200 507 to get started. . . . . #BikesOnLoan #ugandatiktok #CT125HD #uganda #bodaboda

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user6505539570496
Beckham ug :
mwanziba ku branch yamwe masindi
2026-05-18 19:24:22
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user50022920
MR. HEAVY WEIGHT :
Mweee i paid my money but it didn't reach yet its not on the account, i used flexible pay
2026-06-02 06:44:37
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mmburakarevu
musinguzi j :
CT sente meka
2026-05-21 06:58:53
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twinamatsikoabia2
Abiaz :
Gwe Mugaga Ali storeki naye Abias i want it how much is it now on loan
2026-05-21 22:57:40
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amarlyn256
Amarlyn :
that stunt was fake
2026-05-22 05:34:40
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ferdnand932
FERDINAND.UG :
how much monthly for second hand
2026-06-02 15:27:48
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diyefete
Diye Fete :
mubaanja bubi you guys, you collect Ed my CT at 206,0000 only l wondered
2026-06-03 15:39:37
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luubasilagi
Luubatv256 :
😂😂😂This year I promised myself to mind my own business
2026-05-16 08:08:25
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dennadisanto
dennadisanto :
muli babbiiiii
2026-05-19 13:33:29
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wolf13482
cadz :
please I have a half million can I get it?
2026-07-22 14:26:18
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malingabenard722
ɮɛռռʏ ʋɨʀʊʐ🗽 :
can I get second hand Bajaj 100hd on loan please
2026-05-31 09:44:50
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user1559781696132
BIG SON.. :
Mubaja bubi nyoo
2026-06-01 07:39:50
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anatoriusdonpounds1
ANATORIUS DON POUNDS :
Lwaki temuwa bantu card zaabwe nga bamazeyo loans zaabwe ?? Its now 5months
2026-06-01 11:14:13
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anatoriusdonpounds1
ANATORIUS DON POUNDS :
Ababanjiza nga basusse okulya enguzi
2026-06-01 11:14:54
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isaac.waprossy
Road master 002 :
mbu muli babiiiii
2026-05-20 16:36:03
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ariaka.charles.12
ariaka Charles 123# :
🥰🥰
2026-05-26 19:49:04
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